"All right. Let's go, then," Avery directed, making her way out the door without looking back.
There was too much going on in her head; it was a good thing Oscar had autopilot because she wasn't sure she would be able to concentrate enough to drive.
Vaughn followed her out, getting into the backseat when they got to the car, knowing Dylan would sit in the front seat.
Dylan followed in Avery's steps. When they got to the car, Dylan immeadietly went straight to the front passenger seat. Vaughn took back seat.
"You good to drive?" He asked Avery, concern at the edge of his voice.
Avery nodded, sitting in the driver's seat.
"Yeah, I'm good," she assured Dylan, knowing that is wasn't completely true. "Oscar, please take us to the hospital as quickly and discreetly as possible."
"Sure, thing. ETA: 10 to 20 minutes," the car stated, already on its way.
Vaughn messed up his own hair to be less recognizable and dug what looked like a contact case from his pocket. He put in the contacts, blinking a few times, his grey eyes now an auburn brown. He blinked a few more times, not quite used to them yet. He slipped a black pair of glasses on, the lenses simply just glass. He would have prefered to bleach his hair, but this would do for now.
Even though she was extremely curious about what Vaughn was doing, Avery stayed silent about it, instead trying to focus on the task at hand. Scarlet had told her the room number she was in, so they shouldn't have much trouble getting in.
Vaughn shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the seat. He also took off his button up, just wearing his undershirt in an attempt to look less professional.
About 15 minutes later, the car pulled into the parking lot of a large hospital. Avery sat frozen to her seat after they parked. What was she supposed to do? Hadn't she had enough pain for the past few days? Why did one of her best friends have to be hurt?
Once the car stopped, Vaughn hopped out of the back seat, adjusting the black frames. He untucked his white tshirt and waited.
Avery stared at the hospital building, taking deep breaths, steadying herself for what she needed to do.
“Let’s get this over with,” Vaughn murmured, keeping his head lowered slightly as he began walking towards the entrance.
Vaughn's voice snapped Avery out of her thoughts. She cast a glance at Dylan and motioned for him to follow as she got out of the car. Walking quickly to catch up with Vaughn, she didn't notice the curb right in front of her. She tripped, catching herself with her hands, which got fairly scrapped up in the process.
Great. Just what we need right now, she thought, glaring at her hands as she picked herself back up, a clutz who can't even walk properly.
Vaughn stopped and looked over at her. “Are you okay?” He asked when they began to walk again, now into the hospital.
"I'm fine," Avery muttered, still looking at her hands. Her palms were scraped pretty badly and had started to bleed, with bits of gravel still stuck to them.
Vaughn saw the condition of her hands, but if she said she was fine, then he wouldn’t push on the matter. “Do you know what room your friend is in?” He asked in a low tone. It was obvious that he didn’t feel safe in the hospital at all. His thoughts screamed at him to turn around and run away from the crowded area, but he did his best to ignore it. It’s just the illness making me feel like this, I’m fine here, he reminded himself mentally, taking a few deep breaths.
Avery nodded. "Number 143. It's on the left of the hallway. The room should say 'Scarlet Westfield' on the door."
Vaughn nodded and checked a directory, heading down a hallway to an elevator.
(You guys wanna read part of a story? It's all I wrote of it and I'm wondering if it's worth writing more of.)
(Sure, I’m down.)
(Cool. Here it is:
"You… are mine," he breathed, running calloused fingers through her hair.
She shuddered, longing to suppress the feeling of fear that was taking her over. "No. I am not yours," she said, her voice shaking with that unsuppressed fear. "I am a daughter of the one true King, and He will get me out of this place."
He stiffened at the mention of the King but quickly shook it off, chuckling quietly. "Oh, no, darling. Haven't you heard?" a sinister smile lifted the corners of his lips, causing her to shiver. "The King doesn't reign in these parts anymore. At least, not your King. Around here, I am king, and there is nothing anyone could ever do to save you.")
(Sounds like an interesting piece of writing.)
(I've gtg for today. May/may not be back tomorrow.)
(Alright, seeyah.)
Walking quickly, Avery passed Vaughn, leading the two men to her friend's room. She checked the number of each door she passed: 139. 140. 141. 142. 143. Finally.
Opening the door a crack, she popped her head in. A tall blonde lay on a bed with IVs in her arms. She looked up and smiled when she saw Avery.
"Come in, please! I'm bored out of my mind here!" the girl exclaimed, her hazel eyes bright as she looked at her friend.
Avery smiled and stepped in. "Hi, Scarlet. Glad to see you're doing well. I've got a couple of people who want to meet you if that's okay?"
Scarlet nodded, and Avery gestured for the guys to come in.
Vaughn slipped into the room, taking the annoying glasses off and stuffing them away. He nodded in a sort of greeting, his jaw clenched tightly.
(Okay, so I actually have to go now…)
(I'm back! But Idk how to respond…)
Dylan came invisible into the room, walking to the other side of the bed from the door. He didn't say anything, just smiled and waited for Avery to notice he wasn't behind her.
"Scarlet, this is Vaughn," Avery gestured to the tense-looking man as she introduced him, then turned to do the same for Dylan. She frowned when she didn't see him, then cast a quick glance around the room. "Okay, Dylan, where'd you go?"
Vaughn looked at Scarlet, his eyes narrowed sharply. Every part of him was telling him to lash out at her. She let Sam’s father take him, he would be alive if it wasn’t for her, a voice that didn’t sound like his own hissed in his mind. He clenched his fists and turned his head away from her, concentrating on the tiles on the floor.